Chapter 44: What will happen in the future, Pengpeng does not know
The packed brown sugar glutinous rice cakes are of course brought to Pengpeng.
When Zhang Zhong opened the box of brown sugar glutinous rice cake in front of Peng Peng, the little guy's eyes were filled with little stars.
"Brown sugar glutinous rice cake!"
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Have you ever eaten Pengpeng?"
Pengpeng nodded, "Yeah, I've eaten at the grandpa's house at the door, and Aunt Yan took me there. Their brown sugar glutinous rice cakes are delicious, and Aunt Yan also said that they must be eaten with tea, because of the taste
It would be better, but Pengpeng doesn't like it. The brown sugar glutinous rice cake is so sweet and the tea is so bitter."
Zhang Zhong smiled and touched Peng Peng's head, "Yes, we can just eat the sweet ones and let others eat the hard ones."
"Uh-huh."
Zhang Zhong doesn't like sweets, so he can eat a few pieces of Jiujiu Coffee's brown sugar glutinous rice cakes. He has also eaten brown sugar glutinous rice cakes from other stores, many of which are so sweet that even one piece is too much.
However, eating sweets is an instinct for children. After all, the first taste a baby is exposed to after birth is the sweetness of breast milk.
As time goes by and cognitive transformation occurs, children's tastes will also undergo some changes. Maybe in a few years Pengpeng's taste will be like mine, oilier and spicy.
But now, sweetness must be the first priority in her heart.
Zhang Zhong didn't deliberately control her eating sweets, as long as she didn't eat too much. A portion of brown sugar glutinous rice cake, Peng Peng sat alone in the living room and finished it in a while.
Since the 1st is a Tuesday, Pengpeng and the others only have to go to school for four days this week and will have a break tomorrow on Saturday.
As soon as Pengpeng came back, he threw his schoolbag on the sofa, as if he would not touch it tonight.
Zhang Zhong did not urge her to do her homework. Compared with doing homework, Zhang Zhong felt that she was more suitable for playing or watching TV at her age. The reason why she was not allowed to watch TV for too long was because she was afraid that it would be bad for her eyes.
It doesn't matter.
"Pengpeng, daddy, will you take you to the last studio to learn painting tomorrow?"
Zhang Zhong cooked the rice, wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, asking with a smile.
Pengpeng was looking at the little pig Maomao. When she heard Zhang Zhong's words, she jumped down from the sofa, rushed to Zhang Zhong and hugged his leg, "Dad, is this the place where I drew the cow last time?"
It seems that this girl really likes to draw. When she heard that she wanted to learn to draw, she even put aside her favorite cartoons.
"Yes, do you still remember Teacher Xu who taught you painting last time?"
"Yeah!" Pengpeng straightened her head, "Remember, Teacher Xu is so beautiful."
"You girl." Zhang Zhong smiled and bent down to hold her in his arms, "Mr. Xu taught you how to draw, how come you remember that she is beautiful?"
"Teacher Xu is really beautiful."
"Well, then tomorrow dad will take you to learn painting from the beautiful teacher Xu."
"Okay, okay."
"But if you learn to draw in the future, you will have much less time to watch cartoons. Don't you care?"
Hearing Zhang Zhong's words, Pengpeng bit his lip, seeming to be making a difficult choice.
One side is the cute little pig Fluffy, and the other side is the painting you like. Whichever one you choose makes you happy, but whichever one you give up makes you sad.
"I want to draw."
After some ideological struggle, Pengpeng finally made a choice. Between painting and cartoons, she chose the former.
Of course Zhang Zhong was happy and said with a smile, "Then you don't regret it?"
"I don't regret it now."
"What happens next?"
"Pengpeng doesn't know what will happen next."
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Yes, who knows what will happen in the future? Zhang Zhong felt that he had been taught a lesson by his daughter.
When making a choice, some people always ask whether they will regret it in the future, while some people simply say that they will definitely regret it in the future.
But who can know what will happen in the future?
When faced with a choice, just follow your heart at the time. At least at this moment, in Pengpeng's heart, learning to paint takes up a larger proportion, and that's enough.
This is what living in the present moment is all about.
Thinking about it this way, many people may not have a child in their life.
Zhang Zhong stroked Pengpeng's hair, "Then you have to get up early tomorrow morning, and then we will go find Teacher Xu together."
"Yeah." Pengpeng grinned.
squeak--
The door to the house opened. Hu Huifang looked up at her father and daughter while changing her slippers.
"What's the good thing? It looks like a flower has grown on Pengpeng's face."
"Grandma, grandma, dad said he would take me to learn painting tomorrow." As soon as Pengpeng saw grandma, she couldn't wait to share the good news.
Hu Huifang glanced at Zhang Zhong doubtfully, then smiled and said to Pengpeng, "Then Pengpeng must study hard and strive to become a great painter."
"Don't worry, grandma, Pengpeng will definitely become a great painter."
"Well, Pengpeng, let's watch TV. Your dad and I are going to cook."
"Oh." Pengpeng then remembered that the TV was still showing piglet feathers, and suddenly "slipped" from Zhang Zhong's arms.
Zhang Zhong stared blankly at Peng Peng crawling down his body, with a look of astonishment on his face. When did this girl learn the bone shrinking technique? The set of movements just now were like a loach.
When Pengpeng returned to the sofa to watch TV, Hu Huifang pulled Zhang Zhong to the kitchen, "Son, what's the point of learning to paint? Don't you get paid on the 10th?"
The meaning is obvious, where does the money come from?
Zhang Chong explained with a smile, "I just received part of the reward. Since Pengpeng likes painting, I want to sign her up for a class. I have inquired about the price, and it is not very expensive."
"Did you receive part of it? Then the money from your Aunt Wu's family..."
"It's not enough. Let's wait until the full amount is issued on the 10th before paying it back."
"Well... I know you are doing it for Pengpeng's own good, but you have to have a strong balance in your own mind and be able to distinguish your priorities clearly." Hu Huifang said earnestly.
Zhang Dian nodded, "I know."
It is understandable that Hu Huifang is afraid that he will spend money lavishly. After all, the family situation is not very good now.
"Mom, don't worry. I made a lot last month. In a few months, I'll buy a big house for you and dad." Zhang Zhong usually doesn't like to draw cakes for others, so it's rare that he drew one this time.
, also to make my mother happy.
"Come on, I don't want the big house anymore. I'll be satisfied if we can raise Pengpeng well. And you...forget it, let's not talk about it. I'm cooking. You can go out."
"I'm here to help you."
"Why are you helping me? Don't make things worse. Go watch TV with Pengpeng and ask her to sit upright. Watching TV with her body crooked is not good for her eyes."
Zhang Zhong was kicked out of the kitchen by the queen of his family. He smiled coquettishly and ran off to watch TV with the little princess at home.
Pengpeng saw her father coming over, tilted her head and said, "Dad, don't you want to cook?"